Bian Que's Three Lines inevitably surfaced in Zhang Ze's mind.
Untreatable.
Beyond saving.
Just wait for death.
If even a kid refused to listen to reason, what was there left to say?
Zhang Ze sighed and prepared to release Lingling, forcibly restraining the boy.
"Hm?"
Zhang Ze's expression changed.
He could no longer sense Lingling's location, nor could he sense the door. It was as if his connection to the door had been severed. He could neither release Crow nor summon Lingling.
Zhang Ze immediately tried other methods.
Ghost Hands. Ghost Eye.
None of them could be used.
Other than successfully bringing up the system, everything related to the supernatural had become unusable. Zhang Ze was like an ordinary person again, stripped of all his abilities.
"I can't use supernatural abilities in the dream?"
"This boy's supernatural power... is this terrifying?"
Zhang Ze was startled.
If that was the case, the boy had practically been born to counter people like those from the Ghost Story Association who dealt with ghosts. No matter what terrifying things they carried with them, no matter what agreements they had made with lingering remnants of fierce ghosts behind doors, once they entered the dream, they would become ordinary people.
Lingling might not have been a top-tier Red-Clothed.
But she could control a door, making her far stronger than an ordinary Red-Clothed.
Even Lingling's presence had been cut off. One could imagine just how terrifying the boy was.
"You're lying to me."
"I'm going to kill you."
As he spoke, the boy slowly walked toward Zhang Ze.
Within the dream, only he retained the powers a fierce ghost should possess. Everyone else was lambs awaiting slaughter, though he himself had not realized this.
Because all this time, Zhang Ze had been the first person to enter